Every night, it curved into his dreams, folding into view from around impossible corners, one gaping socket always on him as it silently glided. He thought putting some distance between the thing he'd found in the attic and himself might help, but no, it met him on the road.
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"I had that nightmare again, about the horse on the stairs."
oops wait i think it's vore
And a Merry Nightmare Night to all! Live it up with sweets and scares, and celebrate the edge of the Autumn season, where the realms of the living and the dead are closest. I mean, that's what should be done, at least.